But Chen Lusi just accurately said the na 'Jing'... This is not sothing ordinary Empowerers can co into contact with.
Not to ntion ordinary Empowerers, except for Luo Mountain, even they were not quite familiar with 'Jing' before this.
After all, the Feudal Dynasty has been extinct for so long.
Chen Lusi and the Security Army couldn't possibly have access to this kind of knowledge.
Unless... they really faced 'Jing' directly.
Chen Lusi was silent for a mont, then held the cat a little higher, and briefly described what happened in the Anomaly Realm.
Not detailed.
But not perfunctory either.
He began from being inexplicably pulled into the Anomaly Realm and went all the way to when Jing reerged from the water.
But at the end.
When it ca to why Jing had beco like this.
Chen Lusi hesitated for a while, didn't ntion Lan, but skipped over her... saying Jing ca towards him and turned into this form.
And as Chen Lusi narrated.
Not to ntion those like Mount Tai.
Even those like Li Zheng, who experienced it firsthand, were dumbfounded.
Apart from what they knew.
The follow-ups like everyone getting lost, being alone, the mystery monk, the sudden change in the Anomaly Realm, being inexplicably persecuted, high-level anomalies appearing, reversal of the Anomaly Realm...
Really one thing after another!
What is this, an adventure novel?
Could they all survive?
Listening to this.
Li Zheng's expression beca complex, while Zhou Jian's group who had never really woken up in the Anomaly Realm, left inexplicably, still dazed, were listening like it was the Celestial Book.
As for Mount Tai and other high-level leaders... their expressions kept changing.
Like they were performing a facechanging act.
"That's roughly how things are."
Chen Lusi finished speaking and explained, "This is the information I know, anything more I'm not sure about."
"..."
No one spoke.
A dead silence.
Except for the whistling of cars on the road, everyone fell into silence.
And the passing vehicles cast puzzled glances at Chen Lusi and the others standing by the road, but no one really cared.
After a long while.
The white cat in Chen Lusi's arms owed again.
"ow."
"…Damn it!"
Mount Tai finally ca to his senses, rubbed his temples, and blurted out an expletive, then dazedly said, "Let take a mont."
At this mont.
Mount Tai's expression was more complex than when Xia Yue said he was going to Yellow Springs Mainstream.
On another side.
Luo Mountain swayed, reached out to support the sowhat distorted Yu Zhou beside him, and said the sa thing, "Let take a mont too."
Tang Language didn't say anything, listened to Chen Lusi's words, just stared more vigilantly at the white cat, as if encountering a nesis, even... began to retreat.
Several high-level leaders, due to the overwhelming information, were affected by the impact, began to doubt reality.
"..."
Chen Lusi looked at them, then turned to the temporarily undisturbed but equally stunned Xia Panqiu and Wu You, finally fixed his gaze on Ji Xin in the distance, and asked, "So what happened on your side? Why... do I feel like Jinling has been divided in two?"
"..."
As soon as he spoke.
Brush——
Mount Tai instantly raised his head, eyes widened, incredulous, "You can sense it!?"
Chen Lusi frowned slightly, "Can you not?"
Mount Tai: "..."
His expression beca even more remarkable.
...
The rain stopped.
But the rain's essence still lingered over the Six Dynasties Ancient Capital.
The ancient buildings, ancient alleys, and historically rich cultural relics were washed clean by the rain, exuding a unique charm.
Dead Sore stood high, looking at the rain-soaked Ancient Capital, squinted his eyes slightly, feeling a bit emotional.
Such a city full of charm.
...Too bad he couldn't explore it.
He actually had a great interest in this city and had always wanted to visit.
After all, this city bears too many things.
Too bad there were too many things going on, and there had been no opportunity before, finally got an opportunity, but the mule-faced man's progress was too important, he couldn't step away, so he couldn't go.
However... once the mule-faced man completed his advancent, he should be able to really explore.
The Celestial Strategy Mansion is still unaware of what's happening.
There's no one left to stop him.
After the mule-faced man successfully leaves, the Celestial Strategy Mansion might fall into a period of chaos.
And just at that ti, he could take advantage of the chaos to shed his disguise, and really explore this city...
Thinking of this.
Dead Sore had a bit of anticipation, couldn't help but smile.
And at the sa ti.
At the spot where the mule-faced man was just standing, the air suddenly twisted.
Then a silhouette appeared abruptly.
Dead Sore noticed and imdiately greeted him with a smile.
"Congratulations——"
"Ugh——"
Before Dead Sore finished speaking.
The mule-faced man, right in front of him, spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying it all over him.
"..."
Dead Sore saw the scene, the mist around him paused, his smile froze on his face.
At this mont.
He then noticed just how haggard the mule-faced man was... saying mule-faced man was disheveled would be an understatent.
At the mont, his hair was ssy, his clothes ragged, with exposed skin and bruises fully shown in the air, pale-faced, filled with terror, his whole being on the verge of collapse.
Dead Sore looked blankly at the mule-faced man, seeing him about to fall, he quickly reacted, imdiately stepped forward, grabbed hold of him, then shockingly asked, "What happened?"
"..."
The mule-faced man gasped urgently, quickly replied, "Leave."
"Huh?"
The mule-faced man with a look of terror, voice trembling like a frightened bird shouted, "I said leave!!! Leave Jinling imdiately!!!"
Dead Sore was dumbfounded.
And seeing he didn't move.
The mule-faced man pushed him away, then turned and ran.
Dead Sore slightly opened his mouth, gazing at the retreating figure of the mule-faced man, dumbfounded.
...
anwhile.
In Xuanwu District.
Inside the ancient, solemn temple with a rich historical background.
"Master!!! Where did you go! You scared !"
The Little Monk looked at the suddenly appearing monk, imdiately rushed over crying.
The monk, with white hair and beard, was a bit stunned, then gently embraced his little disciple, unbelievably murmured, "...he actually succeeded."
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